[ She is, at least, not the sort to assume he's laughing at her circumstances and her own smile brightens a few watts as well. This is why she puts faith in people--more often than not she is rewarded with the inherent goodness she believes is in others. ]

I've had worse.

[ Which...well, this is definitely the only time she's really been incarcerated and it's been a longer run than she'd like to admit, but, you know. She's alive? That's something to be happy about.

His appraisals of her preferences, however, bring pause. She cocks her head to the side one way, then the other as her furrows her brows together. She touches her own lips and then her horns, not...seeing wat the connection is here. But it does beg the question--

--does she have a preference for any specific type of food? Truthfully, she's happy to eat almost anything set in front of her. ]

I'll try anything at least once.

[ Maybe three or four times just to make sure. ]

I haven't had any meat I've disagreed with, if that's what you're asking? --Oh, actually, that's a lie. A friend of mine made a dodo omelet once and it was awful. Unfortunately for her, "love" isn't really a secret ingredient.